Aria's POV
Marcel’s eyes flicked to my cheek, that was still throbbing from the slap, before shifting back to the man.
The husband turned, and when he realized who had spoken, his steps faltered.
“Mr. King…” His voice shook, almost reverent, like he was addressing a celebrity. Starstruck.
It wasn’t new. The King family had built its origins in Great Britain. Rumor had it—no, fact—that they were wealthier than the Queen herself. Powerful too. And the one at the head of that family now? My ex-husband.
I think I need more shrimp.
“Oh wow, sir, I didn’t think you would be here. It’s such an honor to meet you,” he gushed, stretching out his hand.
Marcel just stared at it. Then at me and before I could make sense of it, he took the man’s hand and shook it. The anger I had seen in his fac
